Figuring it Out [Whitebeard Pirates x Child? Reader]

14. When...

-March 7th

It had been about a day or two since the run-in with Jack... And Tons of questions had been asked and partially answered... Currently, the 6th questioning was happening.

"Miho. Tell me. Who's blood it was." Lidia hummed sternly

"I. Don't. Know." M/n repeated, "An Old buddy of mine. Killed someone. And Then accidentally got. Blood. on my face" None of them believed M/ns story, "If I have to keep repeating myself, I'm gonna lose it!"

"I believe you M/n!" Luffy hummed happily

"Of course you do Luffy..." M/n grumbled, getting out of the chair and heading outside despite the warnings not to from Lidia. M/n didn't know how to feel about it all; walking through the woods, sometimes looking up at the shaded sky. He felt the need to silently apologize... Tears pricking at the corners of his eyes once he felt he was far enough away from the house not to be heard. Crying silently...

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Once M/n had walked a good hour away from the home he truly let everything come out. Screaming at the top of his lungs, as loud as he possibly could. Letting himself fall to the ground in a blind rage. Once he was out of breathe he heaved for air. Tears falling to the ground like waterfalls.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'M SORRYY" M/ns voice was hoarse and dry. like crackling leaves. Grabbing at the ground he let all of his pent-up emotions out of his system, The Anger, The sadness, The Desperation, The Emptiness... The Hallow void that filled his heart. Hiccuping as he sat there, becoming silent. Only faint whimpers left...

His body tensed as he felt arms wrap around his curled body, whipping his head around to find no one... He was in the woods alone. His eyes met with Thatch's a couple of yards away.

"M/n?..." Thatch asked, "You okay?"

"I'm Fine," M/n growled, wiping the tears from his eyes, closing right back up.

"Yeah right. I just watched you ball your eyes out and scream until you couldn't anymore. Spill. It." Thatch looked at M/n unimpressed.

"And Why should I!?" M/n yelled

"... You don't really have to, There is no Should, Shouldn't. I just want to help." Thatch pulled out a box of cigarettes, Lighting one and taking a hit.

M/n stood there, stunned slightly, Taking a seat on the ground. Thatch sitting next to him, both of them holding an unheard conversation, neither having to say a word.

"We miss him too ya' know..." Thatch whispered

"He used to talk about people like you." M/n hummed in response

"Like Me?"

"Like your whole family... Completely accepting others without batting an eye..." M/n pulled at the ground, "Never looking past what's on the inside..."

"Ya'know... I would make a Shrek reference." Thatch chuckled, "But, You're more like a pineapple, Spiky on the outside, Sweet but Really Sour and tangy on the inside" Thatch hummed

"...Weirdest analogy for a person, I've ever heard..." M/n plopped back onto the ground.

"Move in with us. Stopp just couching stealing. We have plenty of room, and as Far as we're concerned, We still have a Promis to keep..." Thatch snuffed out his cigarette

"And What could that possibly be?"

"Hold your horses. I still have to explain something" Thatch laughed, laying down next to M/n

M/n waited patiently for Thatch to explain how his Family knew his...

"It started Wayyy Wayyy Back When Ace and Sabo were like Four. Luffy was One at the time" Thatch Stared up at the passing clouds, "We were walking around the Goa district, Pops had needed to meet some Rich woman there, apparently she had something we needed."

M/n hummed, asking for Thatch to continue.

"When we got there, The house seemed Void of all Life. Now, When we saw a Small, Small boy, One way to small for his Age, We got worried... And had every right to be."

"Pops ended up declining, claiming he didn't need what she was offering." Thatch smiled, "Though the same small boy clung to My pant leg as we were leaving. His Father quickly rushed up to grab him, Apologizing profusely..."

"I noticed the exhausted expression and offered Coffee. Later on, he accepted, Bringing his Son with." Thatch's smiled faded slowly, "It soon became a regular occurrence for the Nobleman and his Son to come to our home for Coffee, We all grew close... and then he just disappeared off the face of the earth... Ghosting us-" Thatch was cut off

"He didn't ghost you." M/n grumbled, "He was Killed. I was 7 when it happened." M/n sighed, "Or that's what I was lead to believe when I heard my Mother's Colt Diamondback Revolver go off during one of their Fights."

Thatch's Silence was palpable.

"Expensive Gun, She had a hard time getting her hands on it, It was made in 66' Boy did she love that thing..." M/n shook his head, "At the time I was only 7 and my Younger siblings were 2."

M/n looked over, seeing tears pouring out of thatch's eyes. Thatch got off of the ground, Crocodile tears spilling from his eyes.

"...Come with me..." M/n whispered, Leading Thatch somewhere else.

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It took them quite some time to get there but soon they were in the Goa District, M/n led Thatch into a lavish Garden, It soon started turning into a cemetery, but Plants were flourishing on top of Graves making the whole place seem magical.

They soon made their way into a secluded area with a small Metal outside table, Perfect for tea. A Gravestone covered in Fire Flowers Rested peacefully.

"Is- Is this-"

"Mhm..."

Charlotte D. Gabriel
****-****
Cherished Member of the Charlotte Family
May he Rest in blissful sleep Forever at Peace
Loving, Doting Father of 3
Brother of Many

"...Why doesn't it say husband-" Thatch wiped the dust from the grave, finding Husband was crossed out, Thatch looked at M/n.

"She didn't deserve to be called his Wife..." M/n mumbled...

Thatch sighed, Standing up. Looking at M/n.

"C'mon... I don't think we wanna get caught here..." Thatch said, Pointing to the small Missing poster at the front of the Grave entrance.

MISSING
IF FOUND PLEASE CALL 
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CHEVOTET D. M/N

"That's been there for years. Pay no mind to it..." M/n grumbled, walking out of the cemetery with his hood up and face covered.

Thatch and M/n walked back to the house making ample conversation the entire way. Maybe M/n would Listen to Milo...